Nothing to Everything (Roommate for Roommate Book 1)

by Maia Aaron

“No, actually. Believe it or not, I have no other personality traits besides knowing how to play the piano.” I stare at him blankly, unimpressed by his sarcasm. “And being a dick, apparently.” He chuckles, and for some strange reason that I really don’t want to get into, when I feel the vibration of it against my chest, something stirs in my belly. Okay, now I definitely need to get off of him. Trying my hardest not to make it awkward, I slip off of his lap and onto the floor, next to where he’s sitting. His eyes follow my movements, but I ignore the heat of his gaze and sit with my legs crossed a fair distance away from him. For a split second, I could swear that I see a flash of hurt in his eyes, but it’s gone before I can decipher it. He clears his throat. “I like to crochet.” My eyebrows shoot up to my forehead. Fitz Higgins likes to crochet? I don’t know why that comes as a shock to me, but it does. I mean, I know he plays the piano and is super organized and well-dressed and all, so it shouldn’t be as surprising as it is, but still–I never would’ve guessed that crocheting is how he chooses to spend his free time. Why do I find that… attractive?

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